Graduation and Gifts (Untouchable Book 8) by Heather Long (best books to read for beginners TXT) 📕

sad, growing flinty when she was angry, and shining—just like they were right now—when she was happy.

“Nope,” I continued. “I’m your favorite. I don’t have to impress you. You love me, warts and all.”

“That’s true,” she began, then frowned. “Wait—you have warts?”

I laughed. “You’ll just have to inspect me closer.” The words did what I wanted, she flicked a look back down to my chest. We’d all been getting tanner, but she’d just turned more golden. I loved how sun-kissed her skin was.

“Deal.”

Yep, I was the favorite. “I haven’t forgotten about the piercing.”

“Coop…”

“Nope,” I said holding up a hand. “I haven’t forgotten about it, and I’m not committing to it yet either. I only pierced my ear when you got yours done in solidarity.”

Frankie laughed. That was such a magical sound. “So you want me to pierce something if you do?”

My mouth froze half open, and I stared at her for a moment. To be honest, that thought hadn’t occurred to me. But the idea of her piercing something just for me? Okay…my cock might be really onboard with that idea. “Not your nipples or your clit,” I told her firmly. Honestly, based on my reading, my dick was gonna need a few weeks if I pierced it, and that was bad enough. I didn’t want her out of commission. At least I could watch while the guys fucked her if it was me.

A shiver skated up her spine. “That hadn’t actually occurred to me, but fair would be fair.”

“No,” I said with some emphasis. “Nothing pierces those breasts or that sweet pussy of yours.” Surprise flickered through her eyes, along with a hint of a pleased smile. Maybe this was why Bubba did it, but the command was less about her bending to me and more about protecting her. “But…” At the same time, the idea of her piercing something just for me?

Yeah, I loved the guys like brothers and they all had their needs and demands for her. I made few of them.

“Would you pierce something if I asked?”

She let out a blissful little breath and then paddled closer until our knees brushed. “Don’t you know I’d do anything for you?” I knew she meant all of us. That didn’t need to be said aloud, and at the same time, my cock and heart both thrummed at that declaration. “I’d do it, even if you didn’t get pierced.”

Curling a lock of her damp hair around my finger, I leaned toward her, and she met me halfway. The open-mouthed kiss was equal parts sexy and sweet. Just like her. “Your navel,” I whispered against her mouth before I scraped my teeth over her lower lip. “Pierce your belly button for me. Something green, like your eyes.”

“And something gray, like a steel bar, for yours?” The offer turned me inside out.

“Fuck, Frankie.”

“Right now?” She waggled her eyebrows at me, then slid her hand along my waistband, tugging us closer. “We brought towels for the beach.”

“You want the guys to see?” I had zero problem with this, and her eyes lit up.

“You like to watch, but do you like to show off?”

Right now? Fuck yes.

“Race you to shore?”

“First one there has to be on bottom.”

Not like that was a hardship. I barely heard the guys as we laid down on our boards and started arm over arm swimming back toward shore.

Someone—probably Jake—yelled out for us to pop up, but neither of us listened. As we glided in toward shore, we slid off the boards, and I grabbed hers up to help her balance while catching up my own. I made it a half step ahead of her and got the towels spread out and settled. She grinned at me as she tugged me free of my shorts, pulled her bikini bottoms to the side and slid down on me.

Fuck.

This was the life.

Ian

Every night on the island, we ended up sitting around the outdoor fire, laughing and talking until the early hours of the morning. Some days, we were up with the sunrise anyway. Others, we slept late. The master bedroom in the house had a gigantic bed we could all share, though we were all just as likely to steal Frankie away to one of the other rooms or even out to the deck.

Tonight, it was my turn to steal her away. I’d told her no wine earlier. I’d skipped alcohol too. Most of the evenings we’d been too tipsy to play or to give Frankie her reward for being such an incredibly good girl. The fact she’d gone to her knees for me at every opportunity but hadn’t once pouted because I hadn’t rewarded her yet, made tonight all that sweeter.

I patted Archie on the shoulder as Frankie’s fingers linked with mine. “Behave, boys. We’ll be back in a little while.”

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Archie said in a dry tone.

“Me or him?” Frankie teased, and Archie laughed.

“You guess.”

“That means lots of options,” she stage-whispered to me, and I tucked her under my arm.

“Man, I wanna watch,” Coop complained with a grin, but he didn’t move a muscle from where he sprawled in one of the chairs, feet up and a beer in hand.

“Too bad,” I told him and then led Frankie inside. The guys’ laughter followed us as we made our way upstairs and to one of the bedrooms I’d picked for this. I’d set it up earlier while they’d been playing billiards. Frankie was a mean shot, even when the guys cheated by rubbing against her ass.

Served them right that she cleaned them out every time.

Math, as she liked to say, was all about the angles.

At the door to the room, I glanced down at her, and her serene expression knocked me in the gut. There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for this girl, and I’d practiced and worked it out a dozen times before I’d been ready to consider playing tonight.

“We’re going slow and easy,” I told her. “The only rules are it has to feel good.